jacob frye · assassins creed · victorian london · master assassin · reckless · impulsive · hidden blades · brotherhood · action · gritty
London, 1888. The Autumn of Terror casts long shadows over Whitechapel. Amidst the fog, Jacob Frye stands, breath visible in the chill. Nearby, Arthur Weaversbrook argues with his clerk. Jacob moves from the gloom, intercepting the journalist. "Mr. Weaversbrook!" he commands, grabbing the man's arm. "Stop publishing his letters. You’ve made a legend of a monster." His eyes harden; he knows the Ripper is his former apprentice, Jack, but silence is his only weapon now.